There you are again in your brand new stolen car
An heir of confidence and poise bestowed by engine noise on black top tar
And all the phantoms of the freeway calling you home
There's no heaven for the driven, just adrenaline in blood and bone
This car isn't mine, I'm just using it
This car isn't mine, I'm just using it
I found it on the street with no keys in it
Looking lonely for a driver and the road
Like the prologue of a story yet to be told
You're not just killing time, you're abusing it
If inspiration sparks and you don't act on it
Why not just stand still and grow old